milliways_bar | Jul. 21st, 2008

Jul. 21st, 2008

Do you know what makes little sense?

Hyperspace.

Logically, you shouldn't be able to go faster than the speed of light.

Logically.

But apparently Han's universe doesn't run on Earth logic, so the Russian astronaut is sitting at a table, breakfast only half eaten, as she does sums.

Occasionally, she pauses to glare at the Observation Window, as if the destruction has the answers about multiple dimensions.

[tiny!tag: the russian astronaut]

Current Mood: frustrated

mendanddefend_archive

It's been more than a week since Matrix and AndrAIa left the system. Dot's rage has abated somewhat, but Bob's hoping he can be somewhere else when the prodigal sprites decide to come home. It's not gonna be pretty.

In the meantime, it's been a slow cycle on the Game-and-Tear front, so Bob's taking some time off in Milliways. If you want to talk to him, look for the blue-skinned man in red boardshorts taking a swim in the lake out back.

[Open for tags until it falls off the front page!]

Current Mood: energetic

princeinexile

[OOM: The moon painted the whole place silver.

Vague spoilers for 3.5; The Beach.]

badinlatin

It used to be not terribly safe for folk to catch a snooze in the bar.

Every once in awhile, Mal risks it.

It's very tempting, on the whole.

[ooc: 1) slow for work, and 2) he might as well be wearing a target, guys. :D :D :D Also! RSVPs for partyness over here.]

zombiequeenliz.livejournal.com

Liz has decided that Shaun isn't the only one who can have fun in Milliways, and the next time he decides to go on one of his zombie killing sprees with whatever strange friends he's made here, she'll be tagging along whether he likes it or not.

This explains why she's outside with an aluminum bat, beating the stuffing out of some strategically placed zombie-shaped dummies.

IT'S FUN. :D

[tinytag; Liz (Shaun of the Dead)]

slayer_fray

There is a sign in the bar, on a central table; that gives a view of the entire place:

New to Milliways?

Questions? Problems?Ask me.

Sitting at the same table is a Slayer cleaning out the inside of her blaster pistol, with the bored kind of expression that doesn't suggest she really wants to be asked about the bar, but is making herself have the sign anyway.

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

Outside, under mixed skies, Charlie has discovered the heavy bag. The heavy bag is getting quite the workout, from a series of punches, karate chops, high kicks, and tackles. It's a very eclectic choice of actions, and while each blow is delivered with a certain degree of force and skill, at no time does Charlie lose his calm.

Feel free to watch, and to interrupt.

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

It's summer. At least, it's summer around here - back in Momiji's world it's approaching mid-autumn. Which, he figures, is all the more reason to enjoy the traditional, warm-season antics, while he's here!

This could explain the gigantic container of water balloons that he's dragging through the grass outside, trying to heave really hard (because it's heavy) and also oh-so-carefully (because they're balloons.) It almost certainly explains the guilty, little grin that lights his face as he does so.

He hasn't quite decided what to do with them all, yet, but it's going to be so cool.

acts_of_gord

Gordon's starting to think that there'll never come a time when he won't smell of fire and metal and burning things. Between the cordite stink from the target range and the reek of working with the acetylene torch in Ryan's workshop, the soap he uses to wash up afterward just can't seem to wipe out all the hints of furnace. It's a little disheartening.

Still, today he did really well at the range. And his skill with the torch is getting to the point where he's going to talk to Fury about maybe bringing a small welding rig the next time they go on a raid; he might just be able to melt through locked doors with one at this point. So that's something- furnace reek or no. He figures it's enough to reward himself with just a little irrelevant entertainment, which is why he's setting up about a dozen glass bowls on his table and carefully tipping a different level of water into each one.

He could be interrupted, but he'll get cranky if the bowls get broken. Fair warning.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

basic_powers

Little boy, at a table with his homework, eating a big plate of paradoxes.

Nothing abnormal about this kid.

Except this is a place where everything is pretty gosh darn abnormal.

Let this kid know he needs to work on his ability to blend in.

imthegoodguy.livejournal.com

Ben emerges from the forest again today and stops, brows furrowed. Maybe he should bring a winter coat. He looks behind him, considering. Apparently it wasn't a consideration worth following, as he is now walking over to a patch of land by the lake where then sits.

[ post is open for tags till whenever ]

bitunlikely.livejournal.com

Bartending yesterday was a blast. Meeting some of Bart's friends even more so. It was, in fact, worth the embarrassment of her sort-of-kind-of-maybe-not-friend-but-something-more finding out about a certain book that had led to all of the brilliance.

Today, the young Timelady-in-training can be found by the fireplace with the same book. Her legs are curled up underneath her and she chews on her pencil's eraser as she reads through chapter one, "Thoroughly Modern Dating."

Her list of questions, so far? Is a mile long.

[tiny tag: jenny (doctor's daughter)]

[ooc: gone for a few hours, as of 6 pm est. slowtime please, and new tags still welcome.]

a-good-sock.livejournal.com

Joe walks into the bar holding a note, looks around and when he doesn't see who he is looking for, he heads to the bar, a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

"Can you please deliver this to Sallie Reynolds? Thank you."

( To Ms. Sallie Reynolds )

[tiny tag: Joe Blomfield]

boundxkitty

There's an Elizabeth shaped mass outside by the lake. She's taking up one of the big rocks that has all the sun a cat could want. Her body is tilted in just a way that she's watching the forest from an upside-down view, occasionally tracking the birds in the tree tops as they flit from branch to branch.

Distract her before she tries to find out if she really can get to the tops of those trees?

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

This guy, here, who is outside with a collection of pointy-things for putting in people and things who you dislike greatly is Spoon. Spoon is a not-terribly big, not terribly sane (he fistfights a werewolf in canon, folks. In canon. As a human.) ex-Private current werewolf (see above canon note) who has been spending rather a lot of time with his family on the farm, or hiding out in the TARDIS with a friend of his.

Spending time with the family is good. Hiding out is not-so-good. Hyphens are, apparently, the punctuation du jour today.

ANYway, Spoon is out back expressing his disapproval of having to spend lots of time worrying about one of his best friends by going through the motions of hitting a pell (not Ryan's pell) as many times as possible with as many pointy-things as possible in as little time as possible.

It's not quiet, folks. There is the CRUNCH of pointy-thing into wood. There is the JANGLE of beaded braids. There is the GRUNT of the werewolf as he slams the pointy into the wood, and there is the CLATTER of pointy-things being exchanged.

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

{OOM: Hero, criminal: who says you can't be both?}

So, a speedster enters a bar-

Pardon, the speedster is already seated at a table. And he opens his ever-present backpack and about sixteen handguns and ten bullets of various makes come clattering out.

Oh hey, says Bart's face, I don't remember there being that many.

(His heroing technique, possibly, could use just a little work.)

Maybe you could advise him on what to do with them?

ostro_goth

Teja has thirteen swords to make.

One for the captain he spoke to the other week, and a dozen for her crew.

Thirteen swords for fights on ships, light end flexible, holding an edge well, but robust enough to cut rope. Thirteen swords of folded steel that she cannot get in her world, because Byzantium -- Byzantium!! -- has fallen, and a people called the Turks control Damascus, where such steel was made, and worked into blades.

The door to the forge stands open, and Teja is folding steel. The cats are there, and watching him work -- Kitty, the tabby, from the door, and Ferdinand, white with grey spots, from close to the forge fire.

Whoever has seen Teja's notice on the board will know that he accepts commissions; but the open forge doors suggest even to the casual passer by that he is open for business -- to speak to a friend, to answer questions, to accept work, or just to satisfy a stranger's curiosity.-

[[OOC: Open until it scrolls off the front page! I didn't have a forge post in far too long.]]

romeo-and.livejournal.com

Jules is outside with a soccer ball, having given a certain hand gesture to the setting sun and deciding that no time was an inopportune time for soccer. (Well, besides werewolf nights. But tonight is not one of them, so.)

Admittedly, she hasn't been in bar proper due to ~~mun laziness~~ a rather relentless soccer season, so having the chance to play a relaxed game or two around here is a nice one.

In conclusion:

Soccer, or football. Whichever you'd like to call it.

Come play.

tinytag: juliette 'jules' paxton

willeatanything.livejournal.com

Here is Emile.

Emile the rat.

The mighty rat.

Mighty. For he is the lord of trash, the hunter of rare items of refuse that are gems in his eye. Stalking the garbage cans of Milliways looking for his trophy.

He's...

He's...

o.o

Apparently stuck in the last rubbish bin he jumped into and is now causing it to shake and hop. And shout. Muffled shouts.

Remy always thought garbage was bad for you, but this might not have been what he'd had in mind.

[Mini Tag: Emile (Ratatouille)]

Current Mood: distressed

mything_person

This OOM contains spoilers for Pyramid Scheme from the Prologue through to Chapter Seven.

An adventure is someone else, far away, being very uncomfortable.

Tiny Tag: Jerry Lukacs

Current Music: Will Smith - Men In Black

walksindeath

The scale coat is designed not to restrict movement while providing protection in battle, but it is still an impediment that has to be considered. Which would be why Sabriel wears it to run through her sword forms outside by the lake, leaving off the helmet, but still carrying the bells in their bandolier, as always.

Her forms are basic but good, with the surety of muscles trained into economical motion, and almost always using only one hand, leaving the other free; as it must be to draw a Charter Mark or reach for the bells on her chest. If it makes many of the drills more difficult, well, that is why she has to practise.

She'll be out there for most of the afternoon.

[Tinytag: Sabriel]

[OOC: ~~Only here for a few hours, but go wild!~~ Gone for sleep now, but I'm more than happy to slowtime. Night, all!

As always, if there are any questions or things you think Sabriel should know, poke me here.]

will_scarlett

Will's in a good mood today as he's relaxing and practicing his coin spinning, the silver skipping over his knuckles then flying up before he catches it again.

fatboyrun.livejournal.com

"Shit," says a voice. "Shit shit shit shit shit--"

Dennis scrambles through the bar, around a table, nearly runs smack into a patron, and flings himself behind the bar. It isn't a graceful string of movements; he almost winds up flat on his face a few times (there is a particularly unfortunate incident with a chair), and it's full of awkward stops and starts as he avoids obstacles, but he gets where he was going without any major damage.

(Besides whatever clatters and crashes when he chucks his plastic bag behind the bar.)

He groans and flops over the bar, head down.

"Half-price drink for anybody who talks to their neighbour instead of me," he wheezes into the wood.

[tag: ben wade, dennis doyle, eirene]

dr_temperance

[OOM: Almost every case that comes through the Jeffersonian has its share of unforseen complications.

This is the first unforseen complication that's ever involved footie pajamas.]

[Spoilers for The Baby in the Bough.]

notascreensaver

[OOM: Matrix and AndrAIa's trip continues. What goes on in LAN Voltas, stays there...mostly.

Millitimed a day or so after this.]

re_mybrains

[OOM: Tom hits Newark, and then New York.

Things are not quite as he'd expected -- or, well, more truthfully, hoped.]

[ooc: With a thousand thanks to